Forbidden Magic
Chapter one: Reaching the Station
Hermione finished packing her suitcase and began to haul it downstairs. It was the very first day of July. The brilliant summer sun shone through her beautiful bedroom window as the wind softly blew her curtains. She reached the bottom of the landing and her father was waiting patiently by the door.
"Are you ready dear?" he asked kindly, looking at her through his golden- rimmed glasses. An outstretched hand reached for her trunk and he carried it to the car. "Are you excited about camp? It sounds like it should be an interesting challenge. A training camp with no magic? You should have an advantage there though, eh sugar?" Her father's rambling was quick and energetic. She smiled at him, but wasn't sure if she agreed. True, she was a muggle-born, meaning she knew how to manage without magic, but this camp was for basic training, something she knew she wasn't at all skilled in. She stooped down and sat in the passenger's seat while her father buckled his seatbelt. She re-checked her pockets to make sure she had her ticket with her. The train that would be taking them to the camp was waiting on platform 7 ½. Once the car had been started, Mr. Granger put his foot on the gas-peddle and began the trip to King's Cross Station.
The ride was slow and silent. The only sound heard was that of the faint humming of the engine. Soon, they arrived at the train station and Hermione stepped a foot out of her old station wagon. Since the camp was optional, she wasn't sure who was going to show up. She did know, however, that both Harry and Ron would be attending. She browsed the large crowd for some familiar flaming red hair, knowing that Ron would be the easiest to spot due to his height. Spotting him, she hurried over to him, lugging her trunk behind her. He was standing right in front of platform seven, looking at it skeptically. Harry was standing beside him. Their expressions lightened as they turned around and saw her.
"Hey Hermione! You made it!" She ran up and gave them both a friendly hug. She looked over at the wall between platforms seven and eight.
"Have you guys figured out how to get to the platform yet?" she asked. By the look on their faces, they were completely clueless.
"I suppose it's just like the platform 9 ¾. You must just have to lean into it," Ron said, though it didn't seem as if even he believed what he was saying.
"Well. are you going to try it?" she looked at him expectantly. He just grinned innocently at her.
"Ladies first," he replied.
"Well in that case, you'd better go ahead Weasley," a new voice from behind them called out. They all spun around to see Malfoy standing behind them with a smug grin on his face. Harry groaned loudly and rolled his eyes.
"What are YOU doing at a training camp Malfoy? Aren't you afraid there might be some actual work involved?" Harry inquired, shooting loathsome glances at his long-time enemy.
"Believe me Potter, this was NOT my idea of a fun way to spend my vacation, but my mother simply insisted," he said this very casually, then seemed to snap back to his normal self. "So, is the famous Harry Potter trying to earn some more points with Dumbledore, or is he just along to save Weasel and Granger when they screw up?" Ron started toward Malfoy, but like so many times before, Hermione and Harry both had to hold him back.
"Snuff off Malfoy, or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Scold me to death? It's not like you can curse me, seeing as how we're not supposed to bring along our wands, Potter." Malfoy sneered at them one last time before striding past them and walked right through the barrier.
"Well, at least we figured out how to get through," Hermione said. She grabbed her trunk and walked through the wall, leaving the boys to follow.
Chapter one: Reaching the Station
Hermione finished packing her suitcase and began to haul it downstairs. It was the very first day of July. The brilliant summer sun shone through her beautiful bedroom window as the wind softly blew her curtains. She reached the bottom of the landing and her father was waiting patiently by the door.
"Are you ready dear?" he asked kindly, looking at her through his golden- rimmed glasses. An outstretched hand reached for her trunk and he carried it to the car. "Are you excited about camp? It sounds like it should be an interesting challenge. A training camp with no magic? You should have an advantage there though, eh sugar?" Her father's rambling was quick and energetic. She smiled at him, but wasn't sure if she agreed. True, she was a muggle-born, meaning she knew how to manage without magic, but this camp was for basic training, something she knew she wasn't at all skilled in. She stooped down and sat in the passenger's seat while her father buckled his seatbelt. She re-checked her pockets to make sure she had her ticket with her. The train that would be taking them to the camp was waiting on platform 7 ½. Once the car had been started, Mr. Granger put his foot on the gas-peddle and began the trip to King's Cross Station.
The ride was slow and silent. The only sound heard was that of the faint humming of the engine. Soon, they arrived at the train station and Hermione stepped a foot out of her old station wagon. Since the camp was optional, she wasn't sure who was going to show up. She did know, however, that both Harry and Ron would be attending. She browsed the large crowd for some familiar flaming red hair, knowing that Ron would be the easiest to spot due to his height. Spotting him, she hurried over to him, lugging her trunk behind her. He was standing right in front of platform seven, looking at it skeptically. Harry was standing beside him. Their expressions lightened as they turned around and saw her.
"Hey Hermione! You made it!" She ran up and gave them both a friendly hug. She looked over at the wall between platforms seven and eight.
"Have you guys figured out how to get to the platform yet?" she asked. By the look on their faces, they were completely clueless.
"I suppose it's just like the platform 9 ¾. You must just have to lean into it," Ron said, though it didn't seem as if even he believed what he was saying.
"Well. are you going to try it?" she looked at him expectantly. He just grinned innocently at her.
"Ladies first," he replied.
"Well in that case, you'd better go ahead Weasley," a new voice from behind them called out. They all spun around to see Malfoy standing behind them with a smug grin on his face. Harry groaned loudly and rolled his eyes.
"What are YOU doing at a training camp Malfoy? Aren't you afraid there might be some actual work involved?" Harry inquired, shooting loathsome glances at his long-time enemy.
"Believe me Potter, this was NOT my idea of a fun way to spend my vacation, but my mother simply insisted," he said this very casually, then seemed to snap back to his normal self. "So, is the famous Harry Potter trying to earn some more points with Dumbledore, or is he just along to save Weasel and Granger when they screw up?" Ron started toward Malfoy, but like so many times before, Hermione and Harry both had to hold him back.
"Snuff off Malfoy, or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Scold me to death? It's not like you can curse me, seeing as how we're not supposed to bring along our wands, Potter." Malfoy sneered at them one last time before striding past them and walked right through the barrier.
"Well, at least we figured out how to get through," Hermione said. She grabbed her trunk and walked through the wall, leaving the boys to follow.